Returning home at midnight, I saw in the neighboring courtyard, behind the fence, some fire. Looking closely, he discovered in the darkness that a man shakes a woman like a puddle doll, and she only fails helplessly.

Understanding that she needs help and feeling like Batman, I climb up the fence and hear the cracking of the pants and feel, suddenly approached, cool. I jump from the fence, jump toward this couple and horribly ask, “What’s the matter?” while hiding the moulds that climb from the hole (from knee to knee) between my legs.

The man, not frightened by my combat style, and not ceasing to shake his grandmother, replies:

Her wife is drunk, she is stupid, she cannot find the keys. I shake her, maybe it will ring.